Lawrence Sharp Poet Free verse

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The walls are stained by my fingers,
raw from trying to scratch them away,
but they’re unharmed and unmarked
on the random spots, here and there,
where I broke my knuckles
thinking I could knock them down,
and the lies and truths that passed me by,
and the things I couldn’t be bothered with,
were opportunities gone a-begging,
moving lips, I couldn’t hear a thing
and I don’t know what they said.
I don’t remember the things you told me
but I do remember you telling me,
and I believe the worst of it
and I don’t care for the rest,
I might have loved the design, though,
and I know the machine was ruined
before the engineers and the technicians
even knew that it existed.
The TV is on for now,
a million faces and a million voices
and a million unthinkable miseries,
they knock on the screen from inside
and they cannot reach me,
it’s all white noise, though, anyway,
unless I apply an ear well enough
to pick out a particular sound or two
and make of it whatever I will.
I’m not quite sure of what it was
that you knocked into my head,
but I wish to God I could only know
half of what you knocked out of it.

7th February 2019

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Freddie Robinson Jr. May 24, 2019 at 9:30 AM Riveting prose, L. Sharp! Your stream of consciousness is a muse river that defies metaphysics ... it elevate upwards against scoffer gravity that pulls downward. Your mind is a global treasure! GrEaT poetry, my talented friend. Love and more love always. Lawrence Sharp May 26, 2019 at 11:34 PM RomWar, your eclectic expressions and words of encouragement never fail to make me smile, my friend; thank you no end... peace, rest...

Darlene De Beaulieu March 7, 2019 at 11:11 AM Hello Lawrence Sharp, you created a deep well written poem. have a nice day my friend Lawrence Sharp March 7, 2019 at 10:30 PM Thank you very much, Darlene, your visit and comment is very kind.

David Smith February 15, 2019 at 12:34 AM I hear you. I have 6% hearing loss from 30 years working as teacher in noisy childcare centres. Feel for the children exposed, A lady in NZ promoting earmuffs for babies in Day care. I wear hearing aids to filter out background or white noise.They were not cheap but worth the price. White noise not always a figment of our imagination. Best regards David in NZ Lawrence Sharp February 15, 2019 at 8:04 AM Though my white noise, and most of the rest of the write, are largely metaphoric, your vivid insight offers great new perspective. A very well received visit and comment, Kiwi, always good to have you here.

Swetha Vangaveti February 12, 2019 at 4:45 AM Nicely done :) Lawrence Sharp February 12, 2019 at 10:18 AM Thanks, Swetha, visit and comment appreciated.

Nette Onclaud February 11, 2019 at 1:22 PM a barrage of scolding thoughts and feelings makes this piece truly intense... good one, lawrence!... huggs Lawrence Sharp February 11, 2019 at 10:29 PM Thanks, Nette, glad you enjoyed... and yes, there was an intense personal process that created this piece. Comments appreciated.

Robert Lindley February 10, 2019 at 9:21 AM Such depth in thought, imagination, superbly crafted verse deserves immense applause and sincere appreciation for a poet's great talent and dedication to his art and to life! A true and gleaming gem my dear friend and a wonderful fav for me to add to my fav list. Lawrence Sharp February 10, 2019 at 11:52 AM Thanks, Robert, very kind. Your encouragement is always very highly prized, my friend.

Brandy Nicole February 7, 2019 at 1:40 PM "but I wish to God I could only know half of what you knocked out of it" This thought holds me for some reason. There are so many moments within, many emotions tangling the heart. You certainly know how to draw the reader in with your words. Deep and powerful indeed. ~ Brandy Lawrence Sharp February 7, 2019 at 10:17 PM Thanks, Brandy, I'm very pleased if any of it has any value to the reader. Always good to have you here.

Sunlite Wanter February 7, 2019 at 10:05 AM My thoughts run dark sometimes, but when I read another's I feel scary. You are such a good writer. Lawrence Sharp February 7, 2019 at 11:53 AM Thanks, Sunlite, very good to have you here, and kind words very deeply appreciated.

Vijay Pandit February 7, 2019 at 9:58 AM A battle of emotions and thoughts..very deep my friend..life is so complicated..so many impulses we receive..sometimes we know what to make of it..sometimes.. Anyway..intriguing, as always. Lawrence Sharp February 7, 2019 at 11:50 AM Thanks, Vijay, I'm always pleased if you enjoy dissecting it a little bit.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 7, 2019 at 9:33 AM WOW. I wish I had a more eloquent word for it. How about, FAVE. ;) Lawrence Sharp February 7, 2019 at 11:49 AM Thank you so much, Mo, far too kind, really appreciated.